Shey和Dolly最终感到厌倦。他们互相亲吻,大笑起来,然后把京都绑在了手术台上。“再见,永别了。”多莉说着,门在他们身后关上了。But just as things got crueler, there was a loud knock. And another. Kyoto opened the door and—bam—Shey barged in, knocking her. She freed Dolly immediately.
Now the real revenge began.
Kyoto woke up gagged and strapped to the same stretcher, even tighter than Dolly had been. Her ankles were so bound, she couldn’t move a toe. A giant 5cm ballgag filled her mouth, making her drool nonstop. And in front of her: Dolly and Shey, smiling.
One foot each.
They started slow—fingers teasing her soft soles. Then came the tools: scratchers, pinwheels, and finally the spiked massager. Kyoto’s laughter became wild, uncontrollable, desperate. Her whole body shook, but the straps didn’t let her move. She was at their mercy. There was no deal, no escape, no safe word.
Shey and Dolly eventually got bored. They kissed each other, laughed, and left Kyoto tied up on the medical table. “Goodbye, forever,” Dolly said as the door closed behind them.